Am     F      G
North coast swells,
Am     F      G
I feel it when the cold comes in.
Am     F      G                                                Am     F      G
Run red deer, they'll need you when they hunt your skin. 
Am     F      G                                 Am     F      G
Evening came, to the corners of my mind again. 
Am     F      G                                  Am     F      G
Cold and clean, a ringing on an open plain.

F     G     Am     G 
But it seems so long... my friend.
F     G     Am     F
My memory is all but gone,
Am       F
Back to my whispering mind.

Am     F      G
Pale sun rose, 
Am     F      G
A shimmer on the dusty morn. 
Am     F      G
Wheel will turn, 
Am     F      G
Spinning in my past will burn

F     G     Am     G 
But it seems so long... my friend.
F     G     Am     F
My memory is all but gone. 
Am        F
Back to my whispering mind.

(Am     F      G)

C      Em       Am      F 
I wait, with all threats, while the earth it slowly spins.
C      Em       Am      F 
I recall some other place, son, of the time just for the north wind
C      Em       Am      F 
But it's been this way for a thousand years (for the north), but I'm starting to forget...
C      Em       Am      F 
I'm starting to forget.